The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1887-03-19

COlUly, VI w uOl NaVo lAAue " ESau.
"So sorry" Stephanie murmured
gently. "But will you kindly show
me this piece of pink ribbon ?"
"And now, madam," persuasively
pursued the agent, as Miss Prim 20.
litely wrapped up three yards of ribbon,
just the shade to tighten Stephanie's
clear brunette beauty, "just put your
name down right here, while l select
for you the handsomest chrome
in the lot. But maybe this young
lady would like TO put down her name
also 1t is called, Miss, the sCricket
on the HEARTH published in Portland,
Maine, weekly filled with stories by
the first writer's of the day essays
household help for ladies poetry wit
and humor answers to correspondents
travel and biographies all for two dol.
lars year and an elegant chrome
givea away to each subscriber"
He stopped tor half a minute to catch
his breath, and Stephanie cxpe rienced
sense Of relief. He was growing pur~
pie in the face.
In q sudden spirit of mischief, she
unfolded her paper and began, in the
same parrot-like monotone, and blank
ness of expression
"Parhaps, sir, you would like to put
your name down for the South the
only story paper In the South filled
with choice reading matter from emf
nent Southern writer's"
She looked up. But noiselessly this
newspaper evangelist from Maine had
slipped out of a side door. He was last
seen grip sack in hand, with his face
toward the setting sun, counting the
cross ties toward another village.
Stephanie wrote home to the little
Byrnes about how she vanquished this
typical Yankee agent. She was very
cheerful in her letter, wishing them
all a merry Christmas, and letting into
it no inkling OF the keen disappoint.
ment and homesickness. 1t was long
and lively letter, all about the ups and
downs, and the novelty that made her
a kind of nine days wonder every
where she went.
"Now there is the drummer" she
continued, che is omni-present and
numerous, every way turn; gentle-
manly enough too, as rule, and oblig.
ing? Oppressively so. If 1 were a
queen could not have more loyal and
attentive subjects. sent in to their
organ, the Commercial Traveller of Gin.
cinnati, Ga little thing of my own"
POLITICALLY speaking, under nom, I
think it hit some of them pretty hard,
for have heard myself blessed to my
face more than once, in discussing it.
They have no idea as TO its authorship.
Put it in your scrap book, Dodie. It
has made your sister famous:
He entered tho car with an off band grace,
An easy smile-and a sample case.
Two seats in one did he lightly twirl,
Across from not ill-looking girl
With novelette,, ard cart-wheel hat,
"Alone? By Joye, will have chat
Ere v Q have gone ten miles," he said,
AS he fitted his skull-cap on his head.
"One has only to smile--lif5 the window
sash,
No trouble at all to make mashv'
Thus the drummer schemed while the
maiden read
Till she finished her novel. "Ahav he
said,
"This is the place, and the proper caper-
Miss will you look at the morning paper?'"
And there on the margin tho maiden read :;
''To do you a favor I'd give my head,
If 1 might win in turn, per chance,
One kindly word, ono friendly glance"
The whistle shrieked, and the train slowed
To a village, far famed as Easter1ynn.
The maiden turned with her sweetest smile
To the graceful "masher" across the aisle,
And said, as she straightened her gray
peliSse:
"You may help me off with my vaiise!'
(Coutiuucd.)
While dancing the cotillion during
a recent court bail at CopeD hagen, the
King of Denmark slipped on the we'll
polished floor aud together with his
partner-Miss Estrup, daughter OF
the Prime Minister-came down with
= crash. His Msjesty's head struck
against one OF the steps of the Queens 3
throne with report like q pistol He